I’ve made mistakes
That I’m afraid
Make me unworthy of love
Grace will never find me
Because I’ve slipped up, fucked up
Too much time spent in the mud
Weak willed failure
Coward be my name
Your accursed accusations
Maybe they’re all true
You told me God would strike me down
For trying to follow His will
You said I was the Devil’s tool
Maybe God believes that too
Not confessing this for empathy
I'm uncomfortable with sympathy
But to voice what others can’t
Because I fear I’m not alone
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
Haven't we all my brother, haven't we all. Go ahead, get it all off your chest. we hear ya...we empathize.
This is some heavy stuff. We all make mistakes. It's important to remember that everyone stumbles, and we should try to be kind to ourselves and others.
This is so raw. Loved it ☺